Control

Thirty Eight

I stopped in my tracks at the sound of Daisee's screaming filling my ears. Only did I start walking again when the screams were muffled.

I ran over in the dark, dragging Justin with me. Sam's footsteps followed behind us.

Once I reached her, I saw why she screamed. Blood dripped from her shoe, and a nail laid on the floor, blood glistening on the surface.

"Oh god," Tyler, who had a hand over her mouth, mumbled. "We need to get you out of here, Daisee."

"You think?" Sam snapped. I walked up to Daisee, and looked at her face. Her brown eyes were now full of fear, and pain. Tears streamed down her face, and she was gripping Tyler's hand.

"Make the bleeding stop!" Daisee snapped once Tyler pulled his hand away. He looked at me, and I shrugged. Sam looked at Justin.

"What do we do?" Sam asked, his voice quivering slightly. I glanced around, looking for something.

"Sam, come here," I say, motioning for him to walk over to me and Daisee. "Hold still," I tell him as I grabbed the end of his sleeve. I started to tear it, the sound of cloth ripping somehow satisfying me. I did the same to the other sleeve, and handed both to Tyler.

He motioned for her to lift her leg up. She took her shoe off, and me and Justin helped steady her. Tyler wrapped the fabric around her foot, wincing when she whimpered.

After he was done, and her shoe was on, he helped her walk forward. I felt Justin wrap his arms around my waist.

"All I want to do is to be cuddling," he whispered, letting his head fall onto my shoulder as we walked. I kissed him, and pulled away. I slipped my hand in his.

I'm surprised he's not mad I dragged him into this.

"When we get home, we can," I replied. He smiles, and kisses my cheek.

"If we don't get anymore lost," Sam muttered. I nodded in agreement. This basement was huge, and use doubted we'd get out anytime soon.

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When we had finally reached a door, I felt my legs becoming tired. We had been walking for awhile, down twists and turns, and random hallways.

"Break?" Tyler asked. I knew we should just keep walking, but Daisee looked really exhausted.

"Sure-" I started to say, but was cut off my Daisee.

"No, we need to go. It's fine." Tyler glanced at me, and I shrugged.

"Alright. Let's go then," Tyler says. I was pretty tired, and I figured it was probably like, eight.

I started to feel nervous. My eyes darted around as Sam opened the door. Personally, I was scared Zach would catch up to us.

We walked in the door, and stopped. We were back in the lobby. Back in where the entrance was. Where I had gotten out of the cars numerous times.

The car!

The car was outside, maybe three yards away from the door. Not far at all.

I ran forward, and put my hands on the handle. I gave a hard shove. The doors moved slightly, but stopped in seconds. I tried pulling it, and got nowhere. I looked into the glass, and onto the other side. Chains. There were chains on the door.

I looked around, and my eyes landed on a clock. It was ten at night.

I tried shoving again, but got nowhere once again.

Well, this is peachy.

"Hello, Raylin. Having a hard time getting out?" A familiar female voice spoke.

I spun around, and came face to face with who I least expected to see. Well, here this late at night at least.

"Harley?"